Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brunei and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Siglo XX to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nas,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B,
Simply Red,
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Lungfish,
LL Cool J,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantytec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
Alice Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sixth Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
John Cale,
The Vogues,
Dead Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
Crime,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
New Age Steppers,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.